Fast Track Rodeo

(one, two, three,

four!)

Dust on the highway,

wind in my hair

Driving this engine

to anywhere

Left that small town

in the rearview mirror

Now the path ahead

is looking much clearer

I'm rolling down the window,

turning up the dial

(oh yeah)

And we're running fast,

running free

Underneath the open sky canopy No looking back,

we're on our way

Chasing down the very last light of day (woohoo!)

Tires are humming

a simple song

Finding the place

where we belong

No maps needed,

no heavy load

Just the heartbeat of this open road

And we're running fast,

running free

Underneath the open sky canopy No looking back,

we're on our way

Chasing down the very last light of day (yeah,

chasing it down!)

Chasing down that light...

Yeah, we're on our way